Chorus: 
Am
I am my mother’s savage daughter

The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones

I am my mother’s savage daughter

I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice

Verse 1:
Am
My mother’s child is a savage
Am                C            G           Am
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones
Am             G          C            Am
In the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers
E                                          Am
In the dancing of fire, in the curve of old bones

Chorus:
Am
I am my mother’s savage daughter
  Am        C                  G          Am
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones
Am               G         Am
I am my mother’s savage daughter
 E                      G                     Am
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice

Verse 2:
Am
My mother’s child dances in darkness
Am               C             G             Am
She sings heathen songs by the light of the moon
Am         G               C            Am
And watches the stars, and renames the planets
E                                           Am
And dreams she can reach them with a song and a broom

Chorus:
Am
I am my mother’s savage daughter
  Am        C                  G          Am
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones
Am               G         Am
I am my mother’s savage daughter
 E                      G                     Am
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice

Bridge:
Am
We were all brought forth out of darkness
Am          C            G                Am
Into this world, through blood and through pain
Am
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking
E                                      Bm
So sing the with voices of thunder and rain

Chorus:
Bm
We are our mothers’ savage daughters
Bm              D           A            Bm
The ones who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones
Bm                    A     Bm
We are our mothers’ savage daughters
G                        A                      Bm
We will not cut our hair, we will not lower our voice

Bm
We are our mothers’ savage daughters
Bm              D           A            Bm
The ones who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones
Bm                    A     Bm
We are our mothers’ savage daughters
G                        A                      Bm
We will not cut our hair, we will not lower our voice